They mock me.
I promised my Mom I'd take her shopping for Little Man and out to lunch for her birthday. Today is the day and I really don't feel much like it. But, I am going anyway. I was going to wait until Saturday, which is her of birth, but things didn't work out.
I'm irritated at myself for not ordering a specific fabric LeLe and I agreed on, until it was out of stock. Nice. Now I must find another one somewhere. She and I both are tired of looking at swatch after swatch.
SR and I need to do some bank business, but the banks all close their lobby at 4:00. How is a working person supposed to do any banking?
My house is a wreck. I haven't felt like doing anything but taking drugs and laying around trying to find a comfortable position. Thus, I can see my footprints in the dust on the floor.
I have all these projects in my head that need to be done, and can't get started on them yet.
The nice warm weather left. Bleh. I know it's only February but in Arkansas, Spring shows up early. Not this year.
I'm hungry. All. The. Time.
I hope this purging helps my attitude. Living with irritable B is no fun. Being irritable B is no picnic either.
I think I'll go over to Seam Rippers and make a list of projects that need doing....